Ipswich High School - Tiger Yearbook (Ipswich, MA)

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material never burns.” And well do I remember the numer- ous occasions on which Miss Narkun, who perhaps was burdened with a few pounds more of avoirdupois than the rest of us, expressed her desire that the town install elevators in the school, that the pupils might accomplish the journey between Room I and the hall with less expenditure of time and effort. It wasn’t Mr. Marston’s fault if the day wasn’t well begun for he always greeted us in the morning with “Good day for work girls and boys; concen- trate, and you will succeed,” even though it was raining pitchforks outside or though the mercury registered ninety in the shade. We had no class dues to pay that year and the socials were few and far between. In our sophomore year we shone both dramatically and musically. We ga e “The Merchant of Venice” in the hall, under the direction of Mrs. Cushman, and, in spite of the fact that Tyler got the lines considerably twisted saying, “the floor of heaven is thick inlaid with plaster,” instead of “the floor of heaven is thick inlaid with patines of brigh L gold,” and Perley got the sign on his sleeve upside down so that it could not be read, the seniors said it was a comedv worth seeing. Our class had been di- vided that year and unfortunately for the commercial division, or for Perley, the latter was the only boy in Division I. Miss Mann was in charge of the col- lege division and Miss Ferguson of the Commercial. At the end of our sopho- more year Mr. Marston left, much to the sorrow of everyone in school, but we were pleased to see Mr. Wh ' pole sitting in the principal’s office at the be- ginning of our next year. In our Junior year we awoke to the fact that we were upper classmen and the seniors to our surprise welcomed us as such, and we realized as we had never before that they were just human be- ings like ourselves. We had a very suc- cessful “prom” financially and other- wise. Class dues were paid promptly at which you will not wonder when you are told that Ruth Marr was the treas- urer. Miss Blodgett certainly proved to be a wonderful home room teacher as she was always ready to give a helping hand in all our school activities. As for athletics we could not have been better, and at hockey we were always the win- ners. Alas, our senior year reached, our highest ambition, and the four years seem now like very short ones. Miss Allen has been our home room teacher, and she will agree with me when I say that we have had a year never to be for- gotten. We opened the year with a class meeting to elect officers. Whittier was chosen President, Kathaleen Harrigan Vice-President, Ruth Marr Treasurer, and Bernice Narkun Secretary. Our Senior Play was given on the 27th of January and it was in every way a com- plete success with the exception of a serious omission, due to a most becom- ing modesty on Callahan’s part, in not letting his charming costume be seen longer by the audience. Our presiden thas been very busy calling class meetings and one almost ended in a “free for all.” Mr. Tyler wanted a rose for the class flower, and Miss Marr a daisy. A daisy was finally chosen much to Tyler’s disgust. Evi- dently he does not sympathize with Wordsworth’s similes regarding the “unassuming Common-place.” The Commercial division spent a day in visiting the educational districts of Salem. The first object of interest was the Superior court which was in session from 10 A. M. to 1 P. M., during which time Miss Smith wrote continually to 24

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that you may better understand the events in which they have figured. Of course you all know Ruth Marr, our valedictorian. She can make a Ford do the three-step dance. She brought the Rowleyites to our Senior play and the Ford turned around three times in the middle of the road before she reached here. And there’s Esther Webber, the shy lass, who found a box of chocolates in her desk in the freshman class, and ever since Esther has had a constant caller on Summer street. We all wonder who he is? Then comes “Al” Harris, who always has a smile, even though she walks into class every day a minute after the tardy bell rings, and accidentally on purpose misses her spelling words, and cheerfully asks if she is late. Myrtle Sheehan blushes like a rose, but what would the Senior girls do without Myrtle for she is the “class p eketbook” at the recess rush. But wait, here’s Callahan the class artist ; his father says he can draw any- thing except wood or water. And Katherine Pearce — we almost lost her but she could never go amiss for she leans so strongly toward the church. I wonder if Katherine teaches Sunday-School Sunday afternoons? And Clasby — well, it would be impos- sible to enumerate the qualities both good and bad he possesses. He is a good heartbreaker, but when he takes the girls out riding he forgets to watch the speedometer. Tyler? Oh, yes, he would certainly make an attractive looking girl as ob- served by the seniors and the faculty at th last senior social. Bernice Narkun is always willing to give a helping hand to someone, even at picking apples in the fall. Then there’s Dunn — he almost got lost with Miss Pearce in the sophomore year but with his long strides he finally reached the goal with English honors. Ross Whittier, our president, forgot to bring his peanut-butter sandwiches to the food sale and when he went home after them found them gone. Where, oh where, did they go? Ask the junior girls, they know. Let us not forget beaming Charlotte Ames, who has gone back to kid days and brings a big, round, red balloon to school occasionally. When are you going to bring your rubber ball, Charlotte? Alas, here’s “Dot” Hills and “Bea” Smith ; we could not separate them for they are the dignitaries of the senior class. We certainly have a fine mandolin teacher in our class “Prof.” Nicholas Kalaboke. Ask “Al” Harris, she knows. We hear that Rosamond Reilly is a good rooter for our baseball team ; per- haps there’s a reason. And Mildred Mackinney, the sweet miss, who works in a dry goods store, sells goods as she learns her lessons, by the yard. Palmer Perley surely gave our class a good name in Rowley by winning a stick pin for perfect attendance at Sunday- School. Last but not least is Hortense Jewett, who says she wished the faculty would provide the mourner’s bench in the hall with cushions, including “dewey-feath- ered sleep.” One fine day in September in the year 1918 , the talented individuals just men- tioned with fifty-seven others entered the portals of Manning High to grace this time-honored institution with their presence for what seemed then four long years. The notice in the “Tiger” in- serted by the Seniors surely applied to us and read as follows: “In case of fire do not run, for green 23

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Miss Damon asking when we should eat. After lunch Miss Harris and Miss Smith tried to get out without paying their checks, but a stout ugly looking Chinaman stepped up and barred the exit quite effectually. Miss Marr nearly got lost in the laby- rinthine mazes of the secret stairway in the House of Seven Gables and Miss Damon was about to send in an emer- gency call for the Salem Police Depart- ment when we heard a welcome and familiar voice from the top of the chim- ney. “Hurry, it’s nearly six o’clock. We’ll miss our train and I’ll never be able to get my studying done.” We knew then that our lost was found. On the whole our past history has been a happy one and I’m sure our friends join me in wishing each mem- ber of the class a happy future. Kathaleen Harrigan. PRESENTATION OF GIRLS’ GIFTS Teachers, friends, and fellow stu- dents : I have before me a very perilous task, a task which must be done each year on class day, that of, we might say, displeasing the girls, for no one likes to be made fun of. Yet I do not feel that any will hold a grudge against me, for they are such jolly good sports, dgn’t you know. The first girl to whom I shall give a present is Miss Charlotte Ames. In choosing her present I tried to get some- thing that would be useful in the future. We all know that Miss Ames slides into her seat one half second before the tardy bell rings, puffing like a steam engine. This present ought to help get her to her place of duty on time in the future. (Small aeroplane.) The second is Miss Ruth Marr, elected unanimously the wise bird of the class. She may be wise but here is something which will hold her spell bound. (Dic- tionary.) The third is Miss Rosamond Reilly, elected the prettiest girl in the class. I shall give h er a modern fountain of youth, quite appropriate for a pretty girl. (Vanity case.) The fourth is Miss Dorothy Hills. This present is designed to make Miss Hills sharp in shorthand. Dose: One tack in a little water after each meal. (Box of tacks.) The fifth is Miss Esther Webber, the great piano player of the class. The best I could get for her was a piece of music, but listen to the name, “When I wait on the corner for Freddie.” The sixth is Miss Mildred Mackinney, the class angel. Here is something very appropriate for an angel, a small pair of wings which may be discarded when her own have acquired their full growth. The seventh is Miss Katherine Pierce. She is sweet and good so I must give her something for a re-Ward, a “Nicholl.” The eighth is Miss Bernice Narkun. Since Miss Narkun made such a hit with white hair in the senior play, I think she should always have becoming snowy locks. This barrel of flour will enable her to look impressive and beautiful from now on. The ninth is Miss Catherine Ryan. As she is usually laughing I will give her something that will tickle her to death. (Feather.) The tenth is Miss Myrtle Sheehan, the class blusher. See her blush now. That she may retain her rosy complex- ion, that her blush may never fade, I have chosen for her a box of vermilion colored rouge. Apply freely when nec- essary. Miss Alcie Harris is the eleventh. She is also the class vamp.” Now as “vamps” like to see themselves reflected, 25